Indeed it was from the face wounds that the pool of blood originated.
The attendant who was kneeling beside the body said to me as we turned him over, "I think, sir, his back is broken.

See, both his right arm and leg and the whole side of his face are paralysed." How such a thing could have happened puzzled the attendant beyond measure.

He seemed quite bewildered, and his brows were gathered in as he said, "I can't understand the two things.

He could mark his face like that by beating his own head on the floor.

I saw a young woman do it once at the Eversfield Asylum before anyone could lay hands on her.